Starting from the Planetary Governor

Pierre found it hard to imagine such a thing.

The aircraft called Wind Falcons possessed by the Allied Air Force were just too powerful.

Not only were they fast, they were also large with thick armor for an aircraft, fierce firepower, and most importantly, they had a great carrying capacity!

A single Wind Falcon could carry at least half an infantry platoon!

About twenty soldiers rapidly descended, armed and immediately formed a defensive perimeter, sealing off several entrances and exits, and opened fire on distant targets.

Because it was too far away, Pierre couldn't see how effective their firing was, but he could see another Wind Falcon landing, releasing over twenty soldiers.

Once it had unloaded the troops, the Wind Falcon gained some altitude, its machine guns firing at certain locations, supporting the ground forces and suppressing the Polar Industrial guards.

Afterward, the ground infantry that had infiltrated the city came to join them, helping to further expand the scope of the landing zone.

This made it convenient for subsequent Wind Falcons to deploy even more soldiers.

At this moment, these huge aircraft even had enough space to land four or five at a time. There was no need for rapid descent, they could land directly on the ground, open their hatches, and the soldiers inside could just run out quickly.

This was much faster than deploying soldiers by rappelling.

What frightened Pierre the most was that if each of those Wind Falcon Rapid Attack Vessels was carrying twenty to thirty soldiers, then... with a hundred or so Wind Falcons in the sky, that would mean two to three thousand soldiers could be airdropped?

Plus the troops that had previously infiltrated the city...

All in all, that would amount to almost five thousand people!

When there were only two thousand people before, Pierre could stiffen his neck and say that these two thousand men wanted to capture Polar Industrial City was a bit presumptuous.

But now, with the numbers more than doubled, he found it difficult to say the same.

Yet, at this moment, Superior Georgette was about to deal another blow to his already heavy heart.

"The 31st Airborne Division's operation is just a prelude. Their task is not to fully capture the entire city. They're only the advance force, only needing to occupy and control the main parts of the city, or even just the core area, with the support of the air force and that would suffice. Afterward, they will switch to defending these areas and await reinforcements from the main force."

"You've received intelligence before, right? The Allied has a main force continuously moving northward. Let me tell you, that's the 9th Garrison Division, the 30th, 32nd, 33rd Infantry Divisions, and the 36th Mechanized Brigade. A total of fifty thousand troops, with all types of artillery and armored forces fully equipped.

The newly produced and put into service Lion Tanks, there are eighteen of them. They will head all the way north to the outskirts of Polar Industrial City. With the cooperation of the 31st Airborne Division inside the city, they will ultimately capture the entire city."

Superior Georgette detailed the subsequent strategic plan to Pierre very thoroughly.

As she was recounting this, a knock sounded at the door of the president's office.

The visitor was not the guards Pierre had been expecting, but Battle Nuns.

After the door opened, a squad of about ten nuns entered his office. One of them even carried the weapons that Georgette had left in security when she came to see him.

A bomb gun and the 'Holy Golden Halberd.'

Armed with these two weapons, she was fully equipped.

What made Pierre's heart race even more was wondering how these nuns got up here?

Was their headquarters building... also doomed?

What was the overall situation like now?

Why was it that at this moment, from the scene he saw outside the window to the situation in his own office, not a single thing was in favor of Polar Industrial Group?

Was everything truly over?

Just as he was thinking this, Superior Georgette turned her head and posed a soul-searching question to him, "Mr. President, have you now seen the situation clearly?"

"I..."

Pierre didn't know what to say.

Georgette spoke on her own accord, "It's alright if you can't see clearly, as I have already made things quite clear to you.

If you wish to turn the situation around, you first need to pray that someone can rescue you from my grasp so that you can restore the command system of your entire group; or, you need to hope that someone within your group can step forward, who, in the face of your headquarters' inability to communicate, can consolidate the full strength of your group."

"Only by achieving this can you be qualified to return to the negotiating table, ending the scattered state of guards throughout the Polar Industrial City."

"Then, within three days, facing the fire support of the Allied Air Force, you must drive the 31st Airborne Division out of the city."

"If you can't accomplish this, when the main forces of the alliance arrive three days later, you will no longer have a chance."

"And even if you do manage to do so, it remains to be seen whether you can withstand a siege by several hundred cannons of the alliance, plus uninterrupted air raids, as well as the Lion Tank-led siege operations."

"Alright, having heard all this, Mr. Pierre, do you have any further thoughts?"

Pierre sighed deeply, "What more thoughts can I have? I dare not contemplate anything!"

Georgette revealed a smile, "Then let it be, if you have made up your mind, please use the citywide communication channel of your headquarters building to broadcast a cease resistance order to the entire city, in your capacity as the president of the group."

Pierre appeared to be struggling quite a bit.

Georgette could see that the president still harbored unwillingness.

So, she pushed a bit harder, "President Pierre, I disdain lying, and everything I've said previously is true. However, your attention seems a bit scattered, as if you've overlooked an important piece of information I mentioned."

"The reason we expedited our operation and launched such an aggressive assault on Polar Industrial City is due to changing circumstances, because we are about to leave this planet and wanted to deal with the Cult issue before then."

"These factors are not aimed at you, or at Polar Industrial Group."

"Although the alliance has objectively started using military force, you still have room for negotiation. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you issue the order to cease resistance, and the sooner you drag this into the negotiating process, the more leverage you will be able to obtain."

"Conversely, ending the battle as soon as possible, defining it as a conflict, and seeking a peaceful environment will all give you more room to negotiate with the alliance next."

"How to choose specifically, I believe you, Mr. President, will surely figure out in your heart. However, you don't have much time left."

Pierre pondered.

His eyelids twitched incessantly as he watched the changes in a small part of the battlefield outside the window, and his spirit gradually broke down.

Superior Georgette had spoken nothing but the truth, and all her deductions were the most probable.

What else could be done?

And ultimately, what completely shattered his spirit was seeing a Wind Falcon land, deploying twelve giants in Red Powered Armor.

He knew what it meant, which is why he finally despaired, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope at the bottom of his heart.

Finally, he spoke with difficulty, "Alright... alright, I'll make the citywide announcement..."

Georgette checked the time, from the start of the official action, a total of 1 hour and 22 minutes had passed.

She smiled and said to Pierre, "You've made the right choice."

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